Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

His eyes turned scarlet. He clutched Gwendolyn’s wrist, not noticing that he was gripping her so tightly that her skin was turning pale.

Cedrick shoved him away, wrapped Gwendolyn in his arms, and massaged her wrist.

Gwendolyn sighed. Her tone was stern as she said, “You acted rashly tonight, Treyton. I understand how you must be feeling, but I don’t agree with you giving away fifteen percent of the company’s shares to the Newton family.”

Treyton gaped at her in disbelief. “For all your talk about being sisters with Jennifer, you won’t even save her when she’s in trouble. When have you become so unfeeling, Gwendolyn?”

“Me, unfeeling?”

Gwendolyn was incredulous. Her rage began to boil.

As Treyton had had a traumatic night, she did her best to remain patient. “I don’t want to hold a grudge against somebody who can’t think straight. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Treyton’s gaze grew cold.

Everything that had happened at the party had lost him his wits. “I’ll do it myself if you won’t. My shares, my call.”

He turned to go, but Gwendolyn had enough. Done with coddling him, she dashed forward and slapped him across the face.

Smack!

The crisp slap echoed in the air.

As she had used her full strength, Treyton’s face tilted to the side, and a red imprint of her hand appeared instantly on his cheek. He stared at her, dumbstruck.

Cedrick, too, was stunned. He remained rooted to the spot.

Massaging his stinging cheek, Treyton fumed, “How dare you hit me, Gwendolyn?”

Faced with his accusatory glare, Gwendolyn raised her chin defiantly.

“I’m not hitting you as your little sister but as the head of the Harris family. Now would you calm down? Can you listen to me?”

She looked stern, like the head of the family she was.

did not say a

continued, “You’re a smart man, Treyton. I’ll give you some time to cool down and reflect on your actions. Before you think things through, you’re not allowed to get out of

her, somewhat

house arrest? Think of it as grounding. It’s your punishment for speaking so rudely to

another word, Gwendolyn turned to address Cedrick. “Could you marshal some men who aren’t on

decisively. “Very well,

with batons. You have my permission to beat him up if he

laughter. If it came to that, she would still

If you won’t, we’re going to the ancestral hall and I will have you tried according to our family law. Feel free to test me, but don’t expect me to

I’m

off, I will have you beaten up so severely that you pass out and spend the next two weeks in bed. By then, you would only be able to watch the broadcast of Jennifer’s

refused to say

arm around Cedrick’s, Gwendolyn left. novelxo.com

departing, she turned around and said, “Call me when you’ve calmed down and

watched as she and

car did not

sounded. The smart-looking soldiers surrounded the villa as if they

soldiers were not predisposed to negotiations but preferred to strike first instead. Forced back

house did Gwendolyn and Cedrick

the following morning at her

lost some of its stiffness. Though far from being on good terms, they would exchange a greeting when they

secretary had taken a

spend the following two

later, the manager of the HR department arrived with the new secretary and

in,” she said without taking her attention off the

permission, the

had an imposing poise and a handsome face.

Inez did not so much

secretary’s resume on her table. “This candidate is very well qualified,

in response, engrossed in typing. She did not look at the documents

me. When I come in in the morning, I expect a fresh

nodded.